The Model's Actions

In all her years she never thought she would see such sexually graphic displays as each girl had whip cream lewdly licked off of them by the next one as they did their muff divers.

But it didn't stop there, the seven attractive woman scooping and smearing the corrupt whip cream on each other's skin and lavishly lapping it up. Even Hitomi was falling on that slope, relishing the hands grabbing her ass as lips and tongues travelling from her navel to her neck.

She moaned wondering what had come over her but pushed back on the idea of resisting, it just felt too good.

As Sue came up from enjoying Hitomi with Christy she turned to tangle tongues with Latoya, side glancing at the stunned bartender half wishing Caroline could see the black girl fingering her beneath the bar.

Christy smiled shamelessly at Caroline as she helped guide Hitomi into freeing one of her nipples, increasing the minor corruption the girl had received significantly as Hitomi found herself unable to help but paw at Christy's other tit as she suckled all of the surprising breast milk she could. Gazing at the bartender sheepishly with an alluring smile as she tried to discretely return Christy's tit to its concealment.

Cathy shamelessly moaned throwing her head back, embracing Christy's arm as it descended beyond Caroline's sight line between her legs, smiling at Caroline the redhead winked as she licked towards the bartender.

Lee meanwhile was teasing Demi's nipples through her now appearing obviously transparent dress as Demi stroked Lee's head like some sort of pet.

Watching the scene continue as they did more shots and shared their cocktails Caroline discretely got on the phone with the security office.

“Security.” The call was answered almost in annoyance at the interruption.

“Hi, uh it's Caroline the bartender on duty in the main bar. I have some guests creating aaa…. Well, a bit of a scene.” Caroline quietly reported through the phone, wondering if she just heard a sigh or a pleasured gasp over the phone.

“Okay. Most of the team are dealing with rowdy wedding guests, how likely are things going to escalate to someone getting harmed? Are they disturbing any other guests?”

Caroline bit her lip, trying to avert meeting eyes with any of the girls whose eyes all seemed to be inviting her. Gazing past them the other bar guests seemed oblivious, almost on the verge of getting just as publicly perverse as the girls.

“I worry they might break into an orgy here,” Caroline remarked.

“Oh. That could be serious.” The voice replied, almost with piqued interest. “I'll have them escorted to their rooms as soon as I have some people free.”

With that, the call was hung up on.

Sighing Caroline realized she was being waved for by the woman at the center of the crowd. Something still creeped her out about her. Although Caroline had to admit she was finding the scene awkwardly arousing.

“Can we get some mojitos? 8 of them, another friend will be here shortly.” Christy ordered, Caroline glancing to see if they still had mint sprigs.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Caroline replied, getting the mint and going for the mortar and pestle. Starting to muddle the first sprig Caroline dropping the pestle as she reacted to a sudden sharp pain.

Quickly picking a surprising splinter free she crouched down looking around for where the pestle rolled to.

Picking it up and rinsing it off she felt a strange warm pleasure in her hand as she resumed work on the drinks. In her mind she found herself thinking of holding a cock instead of the pestle, stroking the cock, wobbling it side to side. Trying to shake the thought and refocus on her work, she failed to recognize the tusks new shape.

Finishing up the drinks she founds the girls huddled in gossip, a pile of cash assembled on the counter.

“Want to make some easy money on a small dare?” Lee asked her, counting out the $170 the girls had assembled on the counter.